The Shopping Gene
Nov. 10th, 2005 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Shopping. I honestly don't like it. I feel like such a traitor to my gender in that I don't find pleasure from spending. Unlike Carrie on Sex in the City who says, "I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet." I just don't feel it. I never have.
I think I have a faulty shopping gene.
Once when I was ten I found I had forty dollars. People kept giving me money for gifts, not knowing what else to get me besides yet another pair of shoes for my Barbie (who came pre-installed with ShoppingGene v2.0), would give me money. I didn't mind, but what was I going to buy with it? I was ten. The most I could hope for was a brand new pair of Nike and maybe a week's supply of pixie stix.
I told my mother about my savings. She accused me of being frugal. Looking back on it now, I would say that's a false statement. I've never made a conscious effort to save my money. I just don't often find something I really want to spend my money on.
Now, don't get me wrong. There are occassions when I get a bug, as it were. I just get this feeling slowly build up in me. It's the feeling I get when I have finally seen something I want to buy, but I ignore it. I can only ignore it so long before I can't take it any longer and give in and buy something. Usually when this happens I've ignored the need to shop for so long that I shop in huge spurts.
There is a point to all this. I'm starting to get that bug. It's more like a virus really. I have had my eye on a few things lately that I wouldn't mind having. Some body products, some stuff to make my own, various clothing items, candles, shoes...
I must shop soon or I'm going to go mad. *sigh*
I think I have a faulty shopping gene.
Once when I was ten I found I had forty dollars. People kept giving me money for gifts, not knowing what else to get me besides yet another pair of shoes for my Barbie (who came pre-installed with ShoppingGene v2.0), would give me money. I didn't mind, but what was I going to buy with it? I was ten. The most I could hope for was a brand new pair of Nike and maybe a week's supply of pixie stix.
I told my mother about my savings. She accused me of being frugal. Looking back on it now, I would say that's a false statement. I've never made a conscious effort to save my money. I just don't often find something I really want to spend my money on.
Now, don't get me wrong. There are occassions when I get a bug, as it were. I just get this feeling slowly build up in me. It's the feeling I get when I have finally seen something I want to buy, but I ignore it. I can only ignore it so long before I can't take it any longer and give in and buy something. Usually when this happens I've ignored the need to shop for so long that I shop in huge spurts.
There is a point to all this. I'm starting to get that bug. It's more like a virus really. I have had my eye on a few things lately that I wouldn't mind having. Some body products, some stuff to make my own, various clothing items, candles, shoes...
I must shop soon or I'm going to go mad. *sigh*